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Happy birthday to me!
For some reason, that one always cracks me up. :) And you know you're spending too much time giggling at LOLcats when your first reaction, upon spotting a giant cockroach exploring your kitchen, is to say, quite firmly, "Do not want!" *whacks roach with frying pan*
Though I must say, until today -- and this is the cue to knock on wood -- I've only seen four cockroaches in my apartment. The first was a big ugly thing, almost two inches long, that I smeared on the wall above the sink with the aforementioned frying pan. The second one was much smaller and escaped through the window while I was searching for a weapon. The third one, also small, made the mistake of hiding in the shadow of my bed, instead of scuttling beneath, and was summarily dispatched. The fourth though itself clever to run into the cupboard while I was trying to get a pot to flatten it with, but my patience was rewarded a couple of days later when the bug emerged and decided to take a stroll. My aunt got quite a laugh out of watching me, pot in hand, stalk the thing into the bathroom, move the toilet paper and the kleenex and the little set of shelves it was hiding behind, and finally, after three or four loud THRONG!s of the pot hitting wall and/or floor, kill it.
In a way, I'm surprised I've seen even four (not counting a few I've seen outdoors). Everytime I prepared to travel to a supposedly roach-infested part of the globe, I was promised huge bugs, flying cockroaches and all sorts of creepy-crawlies in my shoes. Guatemala? I saw a couple of spiders and a really neat stick-insect. Vietnam? One flying cockroach, and it didn't even fly in my presence, though it had no problem putting on a show for M-P. The geckos were cute, though. Mexico? A dead roach in a hotel room and a huge, live cricket on a discarded pillow the next morning. A hotel room in Bulgaria yielded some cockroaches, but they were small and boring and stayed well away from me, prefering to hide under G's bed.
Anyway, enough about that. Is mah birfday, dammit! I had some succulent sushi for lunch and bought a nice bottle of wine and fruity pastries for this evening. Methinks I'll try to make myself some cocktails; aside from the wine, I have chilled sake, club soda, cranberry liqueur, raspberry liqueur and fresh lemon juice. And mango Fanta! :D
But before that, I think I'll go update my Travelpod to tell the world how sweaty I've been these past few weeks.
For some reason, that one always cracks me up. :) And you know you're spending too much time giggling at LOLcats when your first reaction, upon spotting a giant cockroach exploring your kitchen, is to say, quite firmly, "Do not want!" *whacks roach with frying pan*
Though I must say, until today -- and this is the cue to knock on wood -- I've only seen four cockroaches in my apartment. The first was a big ugly thing, almost two inches long, that I smeared on the wall above the sink with the aforementioned frying pan. The second one was much smaller and escaped through the window while I was searching for a weapon. The third one, also small, made the mistake of hiding in the shadow of my bed, instead of scuttling beneath, and was summarily dispatched. The fourth though itself clever to run into the cupboard while I was trying to get a pot to flatten it with, but my patience was rewarded a couple of days later when the bug emerged and decided to take a stroll. My aunt got quite a laugh out of watching me, pot in hand, stalk the thing into the bathroom, move the toilet paper and the kleenex and the little set of shelves it was hiding behind, and finally, after three or four loud THRONG!s of the pot hitting wall and/or floor, kill it.
In a way, I'm surprised I've seen even four (not counting a few I've seen outdoors). Everytime I prepared to travel to a supposedly roach-infested part of the globe, I was promised huge bugs, flying cockroaches and all sorts of creepy-crawlies in my shoes. Guatemala? I saw a couple of spiders and a really neat stick-insect. Vietnam? One flying cockroach, and it didn't even fly in my presence, though it had no problem putting on a show for M-P. The geckos were cute, though. Mexico? A dead roach in a hotel room and a huge, live cricket on a discarded pillow the next morning. A hotel room in Bulgaria yielded some cockroaches, but they were small and boring and stayed well away from me, prefering to hide under G's bed.
Anyway, enough about that. Is mah birfday, dammit! I had some succulent sushi for lunch and bought a nice bottle of wine and fruity pastries for this evening. Methinks I'll try to make myself some cocktails; aside from the wine, I have chilled sake, club soda, cranberry liqueur, raspberry liqueur and fresh lemon juice. And mango Fanta! :D
But before that, I think I'll go update my Travelpod to tell the world how sweaty I've been these past few weeks.
